Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Mornings

Another day, another kill, another broken family. 
Headless bodies left at the doorsteps. They're meant to be gifts brought over by our feline hunter. 
Regular as a clockwork, fresh dead bodies from recreational terrace hunts always keep showing up. 
Feathers bloodied and strewn-miniature battle scene. 
What are we to do with a headless pigeon? 

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